Eight
The moment I was inside our home, I made a conscious effort not to slam the doors and shout. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity to make Jester more comfortable, especially as the trip to Doris' house had given me a lot of pointers on what was wrong in my relationship with my pet. Entering in relative silence made me realise how loud I usually was. Guilt rose up within me, but I pushed it to the side. It wasn't my fault that I'd not known how to deal with a pet when I'd never had one before, and especially not a blind one. The important thing was that now I knew what I'd been doing wrong, I did something about it.
I took off my coat and hung it up, scanning the hallway for the ball of dark fluff. I could swear I saw a little tail poking out from under the dresser, but wh
